Dead Poets

Taking the old road once again    

I searched for my pen around

it lies on the table behind

Pieces of paper falling apart

remembers me the memories of past

still i dance on rhyme of my words

I still remember the nights of darkness

returning home with sweats after work

holding the pen i sang the song of life 

I talked to my words in tears and smile

gone are the days preserved in words

coming ones shall find me between those words

dead are the one who still haunts

in memories of the new ones

I choose those words to reside

that i left behind arranging my whole life 

If the words split too with the span of time

Just try to listen my song of life




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